Sakaar's First Fighting Championship Tournament

Was I saying that to you?

It seems that it really was said to her...

No, that was me!

Beckett always felt like he had dug himself a hole, the kind that he could never fill.

"This is really troublesome."

As the only one among the four present to have awakened divinity, Hela had every right to look down upon the other three.

No, two people.

The Other was just a filler and doesn't count.

"Speaking of which, why do you possess the power of the Death Divinity?" Jennifer asked Hela, puzzled.

She, who has lived for over a thousand years, has not yet developed divinity, so why does Hela, a woman whose teacher determined she was only in her twenties, possess divinity?

"I was born a god."

Jennifer was speechless, choked by his indifferent tone and nonchalant attitude.

"What? You don't believe me?"

Jennifer's momentary contortion of expression did not escape Hela's notice.

"My race is the Asgardian, one of the Nine Realms. Each of us is born with divine power to varying degrees."

"The difference is that, as time goes by, some people are able to retain their divinity and awaken it, while others lose their divinity completely and become mediocre."

"And I, as daughter of Odin and the future Heir to the throne of Asgard, have possessed the greatest talent in Asgardian Calendar since birth."

"It's just a mere Death Divinity; I fully awakened to it when I was seven years old."

"In other words, since I was seven years old, I have been the Goddess of Death in Asgard."

Hela held up her right index finger in front of Jennifer, a smug smile creeping onto her face. She thoroughly enjoyed the surprised look in Jennifer's eyes.

"The Goddess of Death in Asgard?"

"What a weak god."

Hela's face darkened, and without turning her head, she swung her hand to her left, only to hit nothing.

Beckett had already walked up to her, and the distance between them was getting further and further apart.

"The weakest god?" Jennifer looked at Hela with a puzzled expression.

This possessor of the Death Divinity was unlike any other divinity possessor she had ever seen before.

Not so... well, unattainable?

Or is it because of the man named Beckett that we have to compare him to?

"Shut up."

With a dark expression, Hela walked straight in the opposite direction from Beckett.

She didn't even know why she was teleported here. She didn't need to awaken divinity, and besides, she didn't even know this so-called Great Sage Gubo from Knowhere.

But none of that matters; she can go directly to the Grandmaster, the ruler of Sakaar, in Odin's name.

Anyway, she had already memorized the route of the Soul Stone map, and she had completed the task given to her by her father Odin. As for the Collector, since Gafa was gone, the agreement between her and the Collector naturally no longer existed.

"Hela, where are you going?"

A curious Woz panel appeared before Hela's eyes.

"Go find the Grandmaster," Hela replied coldly.

"Then you should follow His Highness Beckett. Woz has already planned the route to the arena for His Highness Beckett. The Grandmaster is there."

On the azure screen, Woz, with one hand touching the back of his head and a wide grin, made Hela stop in her tracks.

"..."

After taking two deep breaths, Hela turned around and walked in the direction Beckett was.

[I'm going to build an Artificial Intelligence when I get back!]

It's magical!

[His name is Beckett!]

I'll make you call me Princess every single day!

Hela, her face as cold as ice, felt a surge of anger rising within her, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

"Your His Highness Beckett, look!"

"There's a spaceship!"

The Other, holding a scepter, pointed in surprise at the ever-increasing number of spaceships in the sky.

"Greetings, fellow powerful beings of Sakaar. I am the master of this planet— the Grandmaster."

"I know that many of you have always wanted to leave this planet and return to your homeland."

"I'm sorry I shut down your hopes before, but now I've decided that I will open up one spot for you to go home."

"Two days from now, I will be holding the first Sakaar Championship Tournament at the Sakaar Arena."

"Anyone on this planet can participate; they just need to register at the registration desk at the entrance of the arena."

"The Champion of this year's Championship Tournament will not only win a spot to go home, but will also receive a set of the remains of a god who died at the beginning of the universe. Furthermore, his heroic figure will be imprinted on the statue pillar of the arena for future generations to admire."

"So come on, strongmen of Sakaar! If you are confident in your strength, then come and fight!"

"Chase the title of the strongest on Sakaar!"

"That will be the supreme glory of a warrior!"

The image of the Grandmaster appeared on various parts of Sakaar along with the spaceship. Those powerful beings who had been exiled to this planet before the Grandmaster all looked up at the figure in the long golden robe in the sky.

A silver stripe runs from the center of his lower lip to his chin, a unique mark that testifies to his status as the Grandmaster.

"The First Championship Tournament of Sakaar?"

"The reward is the remains of a god?"

Beckett on the ground looked at the image of the Grandmaster in the sky, who was still repeating his words, and narrowed his eyes.

He had just wiped out the Grandmaster's subordinates when the Grandmaster brought out the remains of gods to hold a competition. He couldn't believe there wasn't something fishy going on.

"Your His Highness Beckett, we..." The Other, holding the scepter, asked Beckett for his opinion.

"Of course I'll participate."

Now that the Grandmaster had guessed his purpose, there was no need for him to hide it anymore.

It's just a ring match, right? The opponents are all just worthless nobody stuck on this planet. Beckett felt no pressure at all.

"He guessed our purpose and still dared to offer the remains of a god as a reward. Things are definitely not as simple as he said."

Jennifer subconsciously began to wonder what gave this man, who claimed to be the Grandmaster, the confidence to do such a thing.

"He himself is a member of a mysterious race that has existed since the birth of the universe, and his confidence comes from his own strength."

Hela scoffed when she heard Odin mention the Collector, directly pointing out the Grandmaster's confidence in doing so.

"Both of these brothers are oddballs."

"One likes to collect all sorts of strange and unusual things, while the other is passionate about participating in and designing various game competition projects."

"Moreover, this person's reputation as a bookmaker is not very good."

Hela squinted, recalling an example her father Odin had given her when introducing the Grandmaster.

Someone once won against the Grandmaster in a betting game, and then he was stabbed to death by the smiling the Grandmaster who handed over his chips.

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